Tales From The Crypt - Monday 17th October 2022

The day begins with the mystery of the disappearing plastic jug.  The carer, K, and I search high and low, but no sign of it.  The jug is used by the carers to give E her water via the PEG.  Very strange.

Having searched upstairs and downstairs, I have decided to shower.  I'm sure it will appear later.

After my shower, I foolishly opened my emails.  My energy supplier reminds me that my fixed-price deal comes to an end on the 1st of December. I followed the link to see what my choices are. Flippety flop!!! I though the bill might be doubling, but I wasn't prepared for what I found. I will have to phone them, but as today is the twin's birthday, I will forget about it until tomorrow. Can't change it anyway, not unless we have a general election. Nationalisation is on my mind. I can't understand how people earning less will manage. This is crazy.

The second set of carers found the jug. It was in the bed with E, Sunday night's carers having been in too much of a hurry to notice they'd left it there. Hmmm. Moving on...

I dug out some old photos (real ones!) of sons 1 and 2 as they were born before the advent of digital cameras.  In the process I found some pictures I'd forgotten, and scanned quite a few of the boys from babies to toddlers. It is obligatory as a parent to post photos of your children on their birthday.

Although it is the twins birthday, hence the photos, only one of them is up, though he is working, so we'll be deferring presents until this evening.

I'm still doing exercises for my lower back in the hope that it will have fully improved by the weekend. As you get older it takes longer to recover, I guess.

Over lunch I watched another, different, programme on T.S. Eliot, this time narrated by A.N. Wilson. This is a documentary from a different perspective covering Eliot's life and poetry, not just limited to 'The Waste Land'. I'm returning to the poems inspired by what I've heard.

I returned to reading 'Dracula' before we all convened (after son #2 had finished work) for the present giving.

Son #2 had a surprise set of cupcakes from his gf in Costa Rica and they both had a surprise of various cheeses and crackers to share from Q.  Hopefully the cheese will be shared more widely 😉

Dinner next, which I largely did.

We watched another HIGNFY together and then performed the birthday cake ritual.  The cake, a S'mores cake (something I'd not heard of until recently) was very popular with son #1, his gf  and son #2.  I didn't like it. I had some, as it's their birthday, but my summary would be too much sponge (I hate sponge, generally) and too sweet. Apart from that it was wonderful. 

It's been a good day and I think sons 1 and 2 had a good birthday, so that's what counts. 

Q has had a very busy day, especially in the evening, so our bedtime call was only the second of the day.  We had a fun chat and, as always, I had something to say and ended the call by reading this week's poem, by William Blake, to her.

Gong / 'Pothead Pixies' / 'Radio Gnome Invisible (Part 1)'


[[I have chosen this before, but it came up on random play when I was cooking, and it made me very happy, so here it is again.  I especially love the 'I am. You are...' etc chorus, particularly Gilli's bit. It just sounds like it was a lot of fun to record.  Love it. ]]

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

Love, Poetry and Revolution - Monday 13th May 2024

Image
The last time I wrote here, April was disappearing into the sunset. Given the amount of cloud and rain during the month, that was more metaphorical than literal. Ho, hum, pig's bum! It may or not be the case.  Scrub that: it May be, is. What's the craic, I 'hear' you ask? It's a game of two halves, to be 'honest'. Allegedly, I am a 'parrot', sleep-wise, though not as sick as one. Over to you, Barry. It's alright, I'm just messin'. I am toying with the idea of attempting to write entirely in clichés, but mixing them up and playing with them for the linguistic fun of it. I could try to do that, but it would take a while and I have other things I want to say today.  So, it's time to get down to business.  Nose to the grindstone. Shoulder to the wheel. Pull my socks up. This post is not going to write itself. Sadly, for all concerned, E's health seems to have plateaued again. I'm not sure who this benefits, not her nor our sons wh
Read more

Lockdown Diary - Friday 28th August 2020

Image
I had a lie-in until about 7 a.m. as it's the last day of my leave, but I was up for the first carer call just after 7, then after she'd left I got on with showering, exercising, getting dressed and having breakfast. I have various things to organise, not least to make sure son #3 has actually thought about what he needs for university, which potentially he starts 3 weeks from today (I say potentially because things are not yet finalised, but it's looking like he'll be starting on our wedding anniversary) Apart from that I'm going to revise the next module of the Mulesoft training course, which I hope will take no longer than an hour. Cripes! The morning has gone and I have no idea how I've used it all up.  Sons 2 and 3 are making lunch - bacon and eggs today - and son #1 and his gf are up and about. We watched an episode of 'Peep Show' over lunch then split up to do whatever we had to do. Fully recharged by lunch, I'm going to tackle Mulesoft now. 
Read more

Lockdown Diary - Wednesday 8th July 2020

Image
I shall start this post, my first since Sunday, with a warning - actually, make that two: It's going to be a long post, as I have a lot to say; It's also going to have load of hospital / surgery / whatever stuff in it too, about which you may well have zero interest. I'll mark the beginning and end of that section clearly so you can skip it and move to the rest of the blog without getting bored senseless. I have to write it though, because it needs to be recorded for posterity and for one reason or another everything that surrounds this operation has been a major part of my life, with a load of impacts on almost every aspect of it, for a few years now. I cannot ignore it for that reason. I came out of hospital yesterday (Tuesday) afternoon being discharged at around 1:30 p.m. and collected by a good friend. During my time in the hospital - from 7:20 a.m. on Monday, when I was greeted by the admin person at the door of the ward - I was looked after incredibly well. I'd
Read more

Lockdown Diary - Thursday 11th March 2021

Image
Work until early evening, when I joined the Idler Drinks with this week's guest, Chris Difford, of Squeeze and solo song writing fame. Interesting and temporarily diverting chat which roamed far and wide across his career and what he's doing under lockdown.  More of that, including monthly (I think) online socials with guests in aid of charities (see here for more info on all Chris's activities) and much more.   Early on in the chat he talked of the early days of writing with Squeeze co-conspirator Glenn Tillbrook, when they were much taken and influenced by the songs of Todd Rundgren, which I enjoyed hearing about. The interview ended with an impromptu acoustic rendition of 'Cool For Cats' from Chris's shed/den. After that son #2 and I started making chicken and black bean enchiladas from a recipe off the BBC Good Food website. Prep time is always longer than their estimates - and that was with two of us doing parallel tasks. Usual series of events, accompanie
Read more

Lockdown Diary - Tuesday 29th September 2020

Image
Although I have today off, it pales into insignificance compared to the action of yesterday. This is often my challenge. I decided last night that I'd get up later, but I have to admit, though technically I had more sleep, I don't feel any better for it. I still struggled to get up and I know that there is an undercurrent of tiredness which cannot be cured by sleep alone. Less or more, makes no difference. Ennui. I've only got one specific thing in the diary today, which is a call with an ex work colleague who I've not spoken to in a while.  Not sure how long. At the appointed hour WA kicked into life and I began a longish video call with an old friend. He has retired (who hasn't?) - in fact he's been retired for two years and seems to be enjoying life, subject to the same restrictions we are all living under.  It turns out he didn't even know my wife was ill, never mind bedbound, which means we may not have spoken for 11 or more years.  Despite the interven
Read more